Day 32: Til death us do part.

11 Sep

Yep, more death. Sorry. Blame Bree at ‘Read me my Writes’; this post was inspired by her. Er, in a good way. I’m not suggesting she did this. 🙂

* Contains swearing *

Til Death Us Do Part.

I have the most understanding wife. I really don’t deserve her. I thought when she saw Candy lying there, naked and bloody and dead, that she’d flip, but she didn’t. In fact, I’ve never seen her calmer.
She poured me a whisky then went to get a blanket and the plastic decorating sheets from underneath my toolbox. I watched her wrap Candy up, but it didn’t seem real until she’d finished and started pulling the bundle across the carpet, leaving a long, dark trail of half congealed blood. I threw up then.

Candy and I had been having an affair for some time. It started at work, and then spread to other places; the park, the cinema, my house. Susan never caught us, not until today, and then she walked in on me babbling at Candy’s naked body, shaking her by the shoulders. We’d been in bed, Candy and I, when she threw her head backwards and it smashed into the metal lampshade. I hadn’t realised at first just how much blood was pumping out of her skull, and then she’d collapsed onto the floor.

I helped Susan move Candy to the car. Susan never drives, but she did tonight, leaving me to drink my whisky and try to calm my nerves. When she came back she wouldn’t tell me where she’d been, just said that everything would be okay. She packed my suitcase, gave me the address of a cheap hotel several miles out of town, and said she’d see me there in the morning, once she’d finished cleaning up.

I’m at the hotel now, checked in and perched on the bed, staring at the cheaply framed print which sits at an angle on the wall, surrounded by horrible floral wallpaper. It smells bad in here, and I can hear music from somewhere. But it’s going to be okay, Susan said so. I’m so proud of her. She’s always been a quiet little thing, always needed me to tell her what to do. But tonight, she was amazing.

Jesus, this room really does stink. What is that? Something under the bed?

Holy shit.

It’s Candy. It’s fucking Candy. Surrounded by rotting rubbish. With a note pinned to her chest. It says “Got you.”

And now I can hear the sirens.


10 Responses to “Day 32: Til death us do part.”

  1. Taylor Eaton September 12, 2013 at 12:00 am #

    Wow! Wonderful twist! I think this is my favorite of yours so far.

    • vickykpointing September 12, 2013 at 10:18 pm #

      Thank you again Taylor! I always press the ‘publish’ button on these flash fictions and then think ‘Oh no, I should have added that bit, or changed that bit, or missed that word out…’ but I think this is normal for us writers, right? At least, I hope it is and I’m not just neurotic! 🙂

      • Taylor Eaton September 12, 2013 at 10:22 pm #

        Entirely normal! I re-read and edit my pieces over nearly 10 times each before I publish them. And then I still manage to find something I think I should have changed. But I think after a certain point you have to give up tweaking it or else it turns into something else entirely!

      • vickykpointing September 12, 2013 at 10:23 pm #

        Phew! I am reassured!! I think it was Neil Gaiman who said that a manuscript is never finished, just abandoned. 🙂

      • Taylor Eaton September 12, 2013 at 10:25 pm #

        Haha that seems about right!

  2. lexborgia September 12, 2013 at 1:08 am #

    Excellent. There’s a master storyteller lurking inside you.

    • vickykpointing September 12, 2013 at 10:19 pm #

      Now that would make a good story!! Can he only come out at night when I’m asleep?? Or does he try to work through my sub-conscious?? Hmmm…

      Oh and thank you. 🙂

  3. Bree Salyer September 13, 2013 at 3:17 am #

    See… now THAT is what I’m talking about. I loved it. You’re brilliant, I say, BRILLIANT! 😉

    • vickykpointing September 13, 2013 at 9:08 pm #

      Thank you lovely! And it was all thanks to your prompt! xx


  1. Daily Prompt 07: Monday | Read Me My Writes - September 13, 2013

    […] Read more: Now kiddos, it’s your turn. Tell me a tale. Make it your most twisted, disturbing as of yet story and scare the wits outta me! But don’t forget to ping it back & tag #RMMW MONDAY or I might never see it! Good luck and good creating. Check out this post by one of my absolute favorite bloggers in response to this prompt: Til death us do part. […]

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